WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

[tenrules]

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

Comments

[dearboswell]

Never been a poetry sort of man. Prose, definitely.

But no. I'm updating my journal entries about everyone, mostly. Keeping track of what information has changed over time.

[dragongod]

Do you consider yourself an author, then, or merely a journalist?

Either way, I wish you the best in keeping it all straight. It's been quite a lot in the span of just two weeks, that much can be said for certain.

[dearboswell]

An author. I publish many of the cases Holmes and I investigate- with many details changed for the sake of protecting identities, of course.

And thank you- I have the majority copied down, aside from one or two recent details.